The 20 year old girl walked slowly and nervously down the aisle in the pet store. About 10 paces down, she stopped and turned her head to the right where the dog collars were on display. There were many types, some with elegant buckles, some with elaborately stitched designs, even choke and pinch collars. After thinking for a moment, she reached out her hand and took a simple leather collar with small bell attached that jingled when it moved. Then she began to look at the tags, until she found one shaped like a little dog bone that had the name “Kate” engraved on it. Having found what she came for, she began to timidly approach the check-out register, placing the two items on the counter in front of her.

The 30-something year old cashier oogled the young woman in front of him, trying to soak her body up with his eyes as discreetly as possible. “Beep……beep,” went the scanner. The girl was becoming increasingly nervous about being somehow discovered, even though it would be impossible. How would anyone know why she was here? All she had to do was pay and get out.”
“Ma’am,” the cashier repeated himself, “$18.72 please.” The girl had gotten lost in her thoughts. “Oh, sorry…” she said as she opened her wallet and pulled a twenty dollar bill out.
“Kate is a cute name for a dog,” the cashier tried to make small talk with the sexy young woman in front of him. “Haha, yea, she’s a real sweetheart,” the girl said with just a touch of irony in her voice. The man held his hand out with her change, and her trembling hands dropped the coins on the counter top. She set her open wallet down on the counter and quickly scooped them up. “Haha, accidents happen right?” the cashier tried to interject, but before he could even finish, the girl had scooped her change up and practically ran out of the store. She speed walked to her car and nearly threw herself in, slamming the door shut and taking a long deep breath now that she was in the safety of her personal vehicle. The collar and leash sat in her lap. Her mind was racing. If she did this, there was no going back, whether she wanted to or not, because once she had given herself away to him in this way, he would never stop. The young womans hands were shaking as she threaded the tag onto the collar and slowly lifted them both up, wrapping the leather piece around her own neck before strapping down the buckle. The bell jingled when she turned her wrist and started the car, beginning her long lonely ride home.
Back in the store, the man tried to make sense of the situation. Probably just a stoned young woman getting a case of paranoia from being too high, or something silly like that. Still…there was something he couldnt get out of his head. When she set her wallet on the counter, he saw her drivers license. He couldn’t make out the last name, but he saw the first name clear as day. The license read, “Kate.”

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Hey there! I’m looking for gals that want to do some dog-on-girl RP. My stories tend to center on a woman who is trained using a series of increasingly humiliating and aggressive techniques to become a dog’s bitch. An ideal partner has beast as a main kink.